Inside the darkest covers of my skull
I see a light emerging from within
That changes all my life from being dull
To something filled with joy and capped with sin.
But now I do not want just fourteen lines,
And long to write a verse that doesn't rhyme,
I'm tired of how the sonnet it confines
And tells me what to do all of the time.
I wish my mind were free to think its thoughts
And that I could keep pettiness at bay,
If I could just be free of all supports
And let my thinking mind go on its way.
But we all chose the bed in which we lie,
And in this form I'm still learning to fly.
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